In the next few days, for Kiryu and Ma, it was an ordinary day of calm and calm. Except that the rain began to increase as the rainy season came, there was almost no change.
He Ma has lived on the southern coast all his life, and has long been accustomed to the continuous drizzle.
There is a kind of weather in the south, commonly known locally as Huinantian, which is much more humid than Japan's plum rainy season and has more rainfall.
So the rainy season is literally "sprinkling water" for Hema.
Kazuma just reviewed and practiced sword step by step, and then went home to teach Shigeru Ikeda some basic kendo skills after working part-time and came to practice swordsmanship. The time passed so smoothly.
The only thing that makes Kazuma a little worried is that Nanjo-san seems to have something on his mind.
But He Ma is not sure. He acted like a real swordsman before, playing with his heart and skill with his sword, that was cheating by reading the entry.
When Nanjo didn't blow up other entries, Kazuma was caught blind, and it could only be seen that she really had something on her mind.
Like Ma and many straight men, he is the worst at guessing what girls are thinking. Basically, it is impossible for him to cheat without reading the entries.
So he ran to ask his sister.
Chiyoko nodded: "Well, I also feel that senior sister has something on her mind, but... I think it should be hers these days, so I'm not sure.
"Brother, you may not know that girls will have violent mood swings for a few days every month."
"I know." He Ma said, "I have taken health care and physical education very seriously."
"Hey, disgusting." Chiyoko teased.
Regardless of his sister's ridicule, Kazuma leaned back against the wall of the dojo, changed into a comfortable position, and continued to ponder while watching Shigeru Ikeda practice the basic form of kendo: Is this really the reason
**
Wednesday night.
Honami Nanjo returned home, changed into a kimono and was about to greet her grandfather when she was told by her servant that Hiroshi Nanjo had gone out to entertain.
Honami Nanjo instinctively felt a little uneasy.
"Where's Grandpa Suzuki?" she asked.
Today Honami Nanjo was picked up by another driver at home to school.
"Butler Suzuki also accompanied the old gentleman to the banquet."
The servant's answer made Honami Nanjo's heart skip a beat.
She knew that grandpa would only bring Mr. Suzuki with him when he was attending a very important banquet.
After all, Mr. Suzuki, as the housekeeper of the family, is usually very busy with work, and is also responsible for picking up Honami Nanjo. Generally speaking, he doesn't have much time to accompany him to participate in entertainment.
Honami Nanjo recalled what happened a few days ago when she ran into her father on the way to her grandfather's place.
At that time, the expression of Masahito Nanjo...
Nanjo said to the servant, "Go and do your work", then he stopped looking at the servant, turned around and came to the door, holding the door frame with one hand, and looked at the rather wasteful Japanese-style courtyard outside.
Adding water keeps making a rattling sound, reflecting the tranquility of the night.
But Nanjo's heart was in a mess.
Although she knew that as she entered her third year of high school, the day of the blind date would inevitably come, but she thought it would be after the autumn school trip.
The school trip is a node. For the senior three students, the end of the school trip and cultural festival means the end of the final high school life.
It's time to turn a new page in life. Whether it's entering a higher school or getting a social job, it's only after that that I officially start thinking about it.
Before the cultural festivals and school trips in the fall, students should enjoy the "last summer of high school"-this is the default "process".
Honami Nanjo thought her father would follow this default process.
She thought she had at least one more summer at her disposal.
Honami Nanjo walked out of her Japanese room, stood at the edge of the edge between the yard and the room, and held on to the wooden beams supporting the eaves with one hand.
She stretched out her empty hand, feeling the drizzle falling one after another.
As far as the eye can see, hydrangeas can still be seen in full bloom in the dark night.
The drizzle drifted into the eaves with the wind and fell on Honami Nanjo's face.
The wind gently blows the furisode of the kimono.
In the wind, you can smell the faint fragrance of white plums—since Kiryu and Ma said that they like this fragrance, Honami Nanjo has never changed to another fragrance.
She suddenly remembered the conversation that day at Kiryu and Ma's dojo.
She remembers saying to Ma: "The fragrance of white plums in the rain is the most moving."
Thinking of Kazuma's words at that time, Honami Nanjo laughed to herself.
At this moment, in this courtyard, her smile is the most beautiful flower.
Facing the rainy night and the blooming hydrangeas, Honami Nanjo recited Dickinson's famous "Please Allow Me to Be Your Summer" again:
Allow me to be your summer,
When the summer days are gone!
Allow me to be your music,
When the nightingale and the oriole restrain their voices!
Allow me to bloom for you, I'll walk through the graveyard,
Spread my flowers everywhere!
Pluck me - anemones -
Your flower - will bloom for you forever!
After reciting affectionately, Honami Nanjo made up her mind.
Only this summer, only this summer cannot be destroyed.
Grandpa Suzuki asked Honami Nanjo to be patient and cooperated with his father on the surface.
So whether it's a blind date, or eating and drinking tea with the blind date, Honami Nanjo will try her best to be patient.
But if, if his father Masahiro Nanjo did something that would ruin this summer, Honami Nanjo was determined to defend this precious, final summer.
Honami Nanjo's hand holding the pillar gradually clenched, her knuckles turned slightly white.
The fragrance of white plum blossoms becomes more intoxicating under the nourishment of the drizzle.
If Hiroshi Nanjo sees this situation, he will definitely feel that his granddaughter has grown into a real "daughter of the samurai family".
**
Matsuya, a famous kaiseki restaurant in Tokyo, is doing business as usual today.
Of course, this may not be obvious just by looking at the passenger flow at the door.
This kind of high-end restaurant does not receive many customers every day, and it often adopts an advance reservation system.
It is impossible for this kind of restaurant to entertain too many customers at the same time. After all, according to their service specifications, each customer is served by four to five people, from the "Xiao Xing" who waits on the meal to the full-time servant who delivers the dishes.
Each private room must also have a geisha who is responsible for playing and singing, and there may be comedians according to the preferences of the guests.
Even if such a store only entertains dozens of customers, hundreds of people have to go around.
This determines that it cannot be "popular".
Of course, the consumption level of such a store is ridiculously high, but none of the customers who come to Matsuya care about money.
At this moment, Hiroshi Nanjo was sitting in the "bamboo room" facing north in Matsuya, laughing and clinking glasses with Senator Asakura.
"Brother Asakura, it's too late to see you today." Nanjo Hiroshi patted the congressman's shoulder and said after drinking it all.
"Where is that? I have heard about Mr. Nanjo's entrepreneurial legend for a long time. I wanted to have a drink with Mr. Nanjo. Today I finally got my wish." Councilor Asakura seemed to have no airs at all, treating Nanjo Hiroshi as a big brother, and finished speaking He also winked at his second son Asakura Yasuzu.
Asakura Yasujun immediately stepped forward to give Nanjo Hiroman, and took the opportunity to flatter me: "I have benefited a lot from the legend of Grandpa Nanjo."
Nanjo Kotaro smiled, and glanced at Yasun Asakura, but there was no smile in his eyes.
He suddenly asked: "Kang Chunjun, do you really not plan to inherit your father's footsteps and enter the political arena in the future?"
Yasun Asakura immediately replied: "Compared with my elder brother, I have many shortcomings in politics, but I am very good at dealing with numbers, so I plan to obtain an actuary certificate in the future and become an international actuary."
Masahiro Nanjo immediately interjected: "Oh, this is really ambitious. The number of international actuaries in Japan is still very small. As our Japanese companies expand their territories around the world, the demand for actuaries will also increase. increasing day by day."
Nanjo Hiroshi shook his head and said, "I'm old, and I don't understand new terms. What kind of actuary, what is this?"
Japan is a strange country. When translating foreign languages, it likes transliteration, and then uses katakana to indicate that it is a foreign language.
For example, computer is translated as "computer" in China, and it is directly transliterated in Japan as Compontel.
The term "international actuary" is also directly transliterated in Japan, and it is normal for the old man not to understand.
So Asakura Yasuzu explained it graciously.
Nanjo Hiroshi smiled and said, "Oh, I understand, it's an accountant. Hahaha, it would have been better to say it was an accountant earlier."
Asakura Yasujun's face froze for a moment, but he immediately forced a smile: "Hahaha, he is indeed a distant relative of the accountant. Grandpa Nanjo summed it up very accurately."
Nanjo Hiroshi stared at Asakura Kosumi for a few seconds, and then smiled: "Hahaha, just kidding. Kang Junjun, young and promising, young and promising."
Masahiro Nanjo breathed a sigh of relief, and then exchanged glances with Senator Asakura.
Then Mr. Asakura said: "Mr. Nanjo, I heard that your granddaughter is not engaged yet, I don't know..."
Nanjo Hiroshi nodded: "Yes, my granddaughter is indeed not engaged. If brother Asakura wants to propose marriage, he can choose a good day to visit. However, whether it can be done or not depends on whether my granddaughter likes it or not."
Nanjo Masahiro: "Oh, it will definitely work. Kang Junjun is a good-looking talent, handsome, like a movie star, and the little girl will fall in love with her when she meets her."
Asakura Yasujun: "You are overrated. I still have many shortcomings, and I am a little worried that I won't be able to catch the eyes of Ms. Nanjo."
"Impossible, hahaha, Kang Chun-jun is just too modest." Nanjo Masahito was delighted.
Senator Asakura also looked happy.
The same seems to be true of Nanjo Hiroshi, after all, he just picked a good-looking son-in-law for his granddaughter.
Only Nanjo Hiroshi's confidant, the old housekeeper, sat behind Nanjo Hiroshi, worried.
Of course, among the big shots present, no one would care about the face of an old butler, even if it was Nanjo Hiroshi's confidant.
Councilor Asakura said: "Then, Inuzi and I will prepare presents this Friday and pay a visit!"
Nanjo Hiroshi nodded: "Okay, I will definitely entertain Mr. Senator well."
Nanjo Hiroshi, who has always called Senator Asakura his brother, used an honorific title this time.